RV Parks Suck.

Grab a drink, yeah… I know…it’s Sunday at 10am. Trust me, you’re gonna need it so grab a Bloody Mary and take a seat. I’m going to drop a truth bomb about Full-Time RVing and most of you aren’t going to like it. It’s going to shatter your Instagram #VanLife and #RVLife dreams and leave you in a puddle of angry tears.

One thing I’ve always hated in life was homeowner’s associations. They have so many stupid rules and there is always some busybody nosy ass neighbor that has nothing better to do than to watch everything you’re doing.  That’s RV parks in a nutshell, except your neighbor is so close you can hear them fart.

This site was so tight I kept tripping over the neighbor’s water hose because it was at the bottom of my steps.

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Introducing Oak Island

We have been living in an RV for 402 days. We have been property owners for 21 days.  We’ve been boondocking on our property for 15 of those days.
We’ve also been boondocking more in the last 2 months than we have the entire time we have been on the road.
What’s the nutshell? We moved into an RV, we putted around FL for 2 months and then we went to Maine for almost 6 months. We came back to FL for Christmas, decided to buy 7.36 acres in North FL and then we hauled off to Louisiana for Mardi Gras. We drank, we ate, we caught beads and reveled in all the glory that is New Orleans. We bounced around Alabama and North FL boondocking, harvest hosting and sleeping in brewery parking lots and national forests until we closed on our property. Now we’re here. Oak Island, our new winter homestead.

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A waffler walks into a bar.

A waffler walks into a bar… well, after they research all the local bars and wonder if they made the right decision the whole way there. Thankfully the bar at least has flights so you can choose 5 different beers instead of committing to just one.

You don’t really want to stay, no
But you don’t really want to go-o
You’re hot then you’re cold
You’re yes then you’re no
You’re in then you’re out
You’re up then you’re down.


 

Katy Perry was talking about me.

 
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Shirtless in Chicago

Laundromats suck.  It’s a major downside of RVing Full-Time.
This morning I grabbed two clean shirts, stuffed them in a backpack and flew to Chicago for a business meeting.
I arrived at the hotel, unpacked and quickly realized that one of my shirts is RUINED. There is a giant discoloration along the neck, down the front and on the sleeve. This isn’t the first time this has happened. Two of the Bear’s work shirts have been ruined in the last month.
We were relatively unscathed in the destroyed clothing department for the first 5 months, but that still doesn’t make it OK. There’s way more to it than clothes being destroyed. Let’s talk about how disgusting public laundromats are, shall we?
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Six Months of RV Living

Today was no different than any other day. I woke up, made coffee, watched some videos about Data Warehousing and did laundry. Well, today was a little different…it was our six month Nomadiversary.
Six months ago today, we packed up what little we owned and we hit the road ready for adventure. We had no idea what we were in for, but we were ready.

 
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Adventure Memoirs of a Vagabond

New York City

I was born in New York. Elmira is a small town on the border of Pennsylvania along the Chemung river. I guess to some that makes me a Yankee. Even though I grew up in rural small town. Some would even call me a Chemunkey. But that’s another story. Let me tell you, a New Yorker, I am not. I’ve been to the city on one other occasion. Pookie and I had a day to spare on a road trip we were on. We stopped in New Jersey on the way to see my mother in Elmira. We were staying at her father’s place, much like we are now and took the train into the city for the day. That is the extent of my experience with NYC. We went to the Central Park Zoo and Central park. We enjoyed The American Museum of Natural History. We ate at the Famous Carnegie Deli where we dined on a 50 dollar corned beef sandwich. Even after all of that I still know very little about city life! So when I tell you these things don’t laugh too loud. For us, it’s this whole other country.
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